Work Text:
“Uhh, Fenton?”
“Baxter.”
“What are you doing here?”
“It’s a dog park. Why are people usually here? I’m sure you can work it out.”
“You don’t have a dog.”
“Yeah, and you know me sooo well. You’ve caught me. I’m hanging out here with a leash and a bunch of tennis balls for no reason.”
“Yeah? So where’s your dog?”
“Over there, making friends with the goldens. Are you going to sit down or what?”
“I don’t see it.”
“He’s the green one.”
“Green? Holy crap, it is green. What kind of dog is green?”
“Ghost. What kind’s yours?”
“Chihuahua.”